Riot and Frolic

It's my birthday.  

I was going to be grown-up about it this year and be all "oh, it's my birthday?  that's neat" but no.  

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!

It all started Monday night where I couldn't contain my excitement any longer and the maturity wore off.  

"Hehehe, it's almost my birthday."

"I wonder what the G is getting me."

"I can't wait to make a cake."

"And eat it."

"With ice cream."

I fell asleep with the same anticipation I've had since I was 5. 

Then, when I got up Tuesday morning, my BA mixer was waiting for me.  Not helping.  

BUT AWESOME!

[Image courtesy of Hyperbole and a Half.  Read it!]

Today has been awesome, other than jamming my finger by hitting the G in the back.  It was in the name of dancing and it was by accident, I swear!  Ouch. 

I've gotten so many happy birthdays on The Facebook, my phone gave up trying to load them.  

My ladies got some awesome Christmas presents from one of my favo women.  

And I found this word…

Abschicken.

ABSCHICKEN!

It's German for "to send". 

So awesome.  

Then there's this…

[iloveblossom]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

WTF.  

Waltz Tango Foxtrot.

I hope you all hung in there for this one.  It was a bumpy ride.

Here's your reward.

And HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

To me.

I'll take one of those.